User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-3474228-20150411011357/@comment-2246928-20150413155920

"Oi, Brag."

The squirrel stood over the otter, prodding him gently with her spearbutt. She smirked down at him within their small campsite, eyes glinting softly in the gray dawnlight shifting through the leaves above. "Gettin' too old t' wake up early now, are ye?"